“I’d be honored,” I said with a smile. As we walked out of the bar, I looked back over my shoulder and saw Boone watching me and Beattie watching Boone.
Ten minutes later in our room, I had caught Aaran and Adaire up on what was happening, changed into jeans and a Bookworm t-shirt, and let Ivan escort me back downstairs after he told the Anderson brothers that it would probably be better if they stayed in our suite.
“We don’t need to call more attention to ourselves,” was what Ivan said. But I wondered if this was more about not having too many men I had been romantic with in the same room. I also wondered if this had been Ivan’s idea or Boone’s. Somehow, that seemed to matter.
When I walked back into the bar, Xavier, Boone, and Beattie were already seated at a booth by the window overl
